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Ah books, does anybody remember books? Those little bound  tangible treasures of tactility that came in their many shapes and sizes; those parchment pleasantries would provide hours and hours of  unadulterated self entertainment.  Yes I am aware that several others in our now digital age, have bemoaned of  this very same travesty, the literary world as we knew it has officially digressed, Fahrenheit 451 has met its Big Brother. To my fellow bibliomanes and bibliophiles of the world, this is our collective lament. I  do applaud those of you that made the conscious decision not to become one of them Kindle spirits. I recount from my days of yore, the local library had a hook ' Reading is Fundamental.' Those three words they sure did gel for me. And while zeitgeists they come and then they go, who would have ever thunk it in their wildest dreams where those wild things are that the book in its natural form would be mercilessly put out to the pastures. All the seemingly infinite bits and the bytes in the world shall never emulate even infinitesimally  the veritable religious experience of connecting with Dostoevsky and Thurber for the very first time, like the first kiss on the soul. The words seem less than less, as they are evermore trapped inside of  a contraption.